Midnai Black

Missing

(Midnai's P.O.V)

I felt my soul being ripped back into place. Which I can assure you, is not a pleasent feeling at all. I slowly started to remember al that had happened in he last... I don't know... hours? Days? God forbid, weeks? At least I'm not in that girls head anymore... Was it actually real? Was it just a dream? It was just so realistic... Oh good god am I going crazy? Well there is only one way to find out. And that one way was a someone. Daisy.

(10 hours later)

After searching for hours all around the town that was next to the woods I woke up in, it seemed pointless, and frusterating, mostly 'cause I couldn't go to the authorities because I'm pretty sure a druggie like Daisy would be on their records. So after what seemed like a lifetime, I was just about to give up on the search. That is until I saw a fire down the road. I started to walk towards it, when I saw the cause. A car had slid off the road, taking another car with it. The police hadn't shown up yet, but they probably would soon. Not wanting to get caught in the middle of the police drama, I was about to turn around and walk away... that is untill I noticed that one of the cars looked like mine.

Shit.

I ran up to the chaotic fire, checking to make sure that the car was mine. It surely was. And Daisy wasn't in it. But what was, was my notebook. Engulfed in flames, yet not burning. I reached out to it, not thinking. It wanted me to. I don't know what wanted me to... just something did. I reached my hand out expecting to feel a harsh burn coming on, but there was nothing. The flames moved out of my way, leaving the black night in it's place. When my fingers touched the book, it vanished, vanquishing the fire with it. Leaving me in complete darkness. "Ha...ha....ha.....ha. I've stolen it dear. Your powers were getting out of hand, and you started taking your powers out on the book. I guess you can figure out the rest. Oh yeah and that Daisy stranger, she's safe, just... temporaraly unavailable. No..." The mysterious voice was interrupted, by the old gothic structured clock in the city. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. It stopped on the twelfth ding, signalizing that it was now 12:00. Then, I saw nothing, but white, and a pain in my temple, when my head hit the hard dirt.